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“Rolling your eyes,” I explain. “This isn’t the first time you’ve done it. I warned you not to do it again, and yet here we are.”
She lets out an amused huff.
“I only do it when you give me a reason to,” she argues. “Like refusing to answer my question.”
“You’re not answering my questions either, remember?”
She places her elbows on the table between us and leans forward, a surreptitious flicker in her eyes when she looks at me.
“What else did I do to irritate you, sir?”
“Why are you calling me sir?” I point out. “Didn’t I tell you to not do that?”
“Well, yes you did, at the club,” she remembers. “But that was different, wasn’t it? You pointed out that you’re not my master and that’s why it was misplaced.”
She stops herself, biting her lower lip as she realizes what she just said.
“Oh, and now I am your master?” Iask. “I thought we’d just established that I can’t do anything I want with you.”
She purses her lips while her gaze idles through the room, fixating on anything but me as she tries to come up with a response.
“Do you want to know what I’d like to do to you?” I ask. “Or are you too scared to find out?”
“I’m not scared!”she claims, but her fluttering eyelashes speak a different truth. “But first I’d like to know what else I did that bothered you so much?”
She straightens her back, most likely in an attempt to build herself up and cast aside the nervous jitter that reveals how flustered she truly is.
“If I tell you, would you agree to make amends for your misbehaving?” I ask back.
She swallows dryly while sending me a wordless nod in response. “I think so.”
I shake my head. “I need a definite answer.”
I can tell that she wants to roll her eyes at me again, but she refrains from it just in time.
“How am I supposed to say yes to something when I don’t even know what repercussions we’re talking about here?”she inquires.
“Guess you’ll have to take that risk,” I tell her, shrugging. “Satisfy your own curiosity comes at a price.”
She seems to acknowledge my answer and suggests a nod.
“Okay then,” she produces, after taking a rather large swig of beer. “Tell me about my other misdemeanor.”
She emphasizesthe word by adding some air quotes as she speaks.
“That would be another one,” I let her know. “You’re not taking me seriously.”
Kat looks unsure for a moment, studying me with anuncertain look as she tries to make sense of the ominous tone of my voice.
“Maybe I will, if you’d sheda little more light on this, instead of being so vague all the time.”
“Trust me, I won’t be vague when it matters.”
A crease appears between her brows, but she doesn’t say anything, beckoning me to speak instead by nudging her chin forward.
“You took charge when no one asked you to,” I say eventually.
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
